They say there is a guardian who does not chase, does not flee —
but simply stands, where forest meets sky, where silence meets thunder.
The bear walks not to conquer, but to remember.
Every step sinks into the earth like a memory returning home.
It listens to the roots. It tastes the wind.
And when the world grows loud, it does not speak louder —
it becomes quieter.
In Native stories, the bear is not just strength —
it is balance.
It is the great pause between heartbeat and breath.
It is the reminder that stillness is not weakness, but wisdom.
The elders say:
If you ever see a bear sitting alone, unafraid, unbothered —
do not run.
It is not hunting.
It may be holding space for you —
for your truth, your sorrow, your beginning.
Its name is Makatah —
“The One Who Stands Between Worlds.”
